These grooves worn into the dirt
are traces of a well known make-believe...
This that fell from the stars—
new poison in the reservoirs
drawing our eyes up and away
on walkabouts to find the fruiting tree...
A young boy survives a massacre that claims the lives of his parents and grows up in hiding, planning his revenge on the power-hungry Council who ordered the killings.
Red eyes in the distance
looking over a sea of light to the westwall...
When the sky fell it swallowed me
and spit me out into a rugged world
where the hills are painted the color of broken bones...
A breeze down the street brings it all
the smell of hot window screens and withering grass
of a field between our dreams and a chance to taste them...
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill
They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them
and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark...
I watched you walk beneath the rushing falls
back and forth along the granite ledge
feeling the weight of the river cascade upon you...
I remember you and I out wondering what ocean that was
We opened a bottle, ready to toast death
And out poured starlight with no end
So we caught it in our glasses and drank...
When the door closed she showed me
What was hidden behind her back
A handful of fire that lit the walls with shadow
And bathed our faces in twilight...
There was a time when doorways opened onto new dimensions
Far away from a reality slow to change
Dark stairwells granted passage to slow horror
Seeping between truth and dreams, melting them into one...
The world comes through as reflections on glass
And I wonder what those on the other side see
If anyone exists in the room beyond the window
Longing as I do to step off the ledge...
From atop the highest tower in the city
You can imagine that, far off on the horizon,
The fires of the battlefield are just visible
As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
The faces seem all too close together
Muddled against a thousand streaks of color
Voices overlapping, waves in the sea
Calm sky over streets longing to live...
Dishonored at the gate we held
Backs bent, bones broken, arrows pierced our souls
But we did not give way...